Evil

I see field, drying no water…
Small corns come out from the small earth’s hole
Yellow and die
I see a farmer…
Big hat and dirty clothe
Dry face with small nose

I see a kid, with dirty face crying
Said hungry without listening her papa whispering
No rice, no corn, no food
To make an empty stomach filled
To stop little children’s crying…
And I did nothing, busy with my own thing
Feel happy with my own money collecting
But still…I gave him small of money
Not because I did sympathy
But because I’ll receive three times more
And add it to my own kingdom
That’s me…I’m an evil

(IeRn)